Dear Friends,
Please never, ever, ever-ever-ever, never-ever, stop by my house with out first calling. I am seriously considering making friends with some of the health inspector people who condemn houses for living, so that when that fateful day comes where my address is anonymously passed on to them they'll shrug off the information and kindly say
"Oh that's just Ginny. You probably didn't call ahead, so she didn't have time to speed clean."
That way my children won't be taken away from me.
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Okay...it's not really that bad, we just rapidly accumulate counter-top clutter & we have no extra room or space to play with toys...so they end up spilling into every room. (I can't believe some people actually have separate rooms JUST for toys...what's that called again? oh yeah a PLAYROOM! What a dream...)
We do, however, have a large multi-colored tent in the middle of our living room. If you look closely you will see two children in this chaos.
But boy are they happy, well-loved children.
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